Love, If It Finds You Worthy, Directs

You See But Your Shadow When You Turn Your Back To The Sun.

God Listens Not To Your Words Save When He Himself Utters Them Through Your Lips.

You Can Muffle The Drum, And You Can Loosen The Strings Of The Lyre, But Who Shall Command The Skylark Not To Sing?

I Have Found Both Freedom And Safety In My Madness; The Freedom Of Loneliness And The Safety From Being Understood, For Those Who Understand Us Enslave Something In Us.

When You Love You Should Not Think You Can Direct The Course Of Love, For Love, If It Finds You Worthy, Directs Your Course.